"Tired?" A worried voice spoke behind her before she felt gentle hands on her shoulders, tender and affectionate.
Looking at the few remaining guests, she saw many familiar faces. Friends who truly cared and wanted to share this special moment with them.
On the other hand, she also watched some guests who were just here to take advantage of the celebration. They saw this gathering as a means to further their own agenda, but not to celebrate Caleb's recovery.
"Exhausted." She responded before tilting her head to the man standing behind her with a sweet smile. Slowly, she leaned her head on his hand, resting her cheeks on his knuckles, finding comfort in his warmth.
In front of her, she watched her son, who had been fighting all signs of sleep as he basked in the attention of his grandparents.
"Look at him. He had already yawned three times, but claims he was still not sleepy." She whispered to her husband's ear when he lowered himself on her side, sitting comfortably beside her.
